The Fragments of Ass

    “My, oh my Mr. Turtle, aren’t you being just the most incredible motherfucker I could’ve ever wished for???” She remarked lustily, as she was being fucked by the cold-blooded little fuckhead that was The Turtle of Ultra Wang. That little fucking bastard just couldn’t believe what he had been wished to do: to fuck the living shit out of a pony, I mean, who the fuck could say no to that?

The unicorn was helplessly pinned down, literally, she could not move, even if she so wanted to, thereby making the scene extremely horny and blood-soaked, and also very steamy and other adjectives that evoke disturbing imagery. Boy oh boy, was this starting to look overly hot . . . The Turtle of Ultra Wang sure made her wish come true, and was fucking breathless as a result. Her body and holes had been completely and utterly desecrated beyond measure due to the unrelenting interspecies quasi-procreative measures taking place.

Her desires were so intense, that they nearly had gotten her fucking hornydumbass killed by the Turtle of fuck that was in the process of coronating her as the first vessel of super Turtle cumsauce of Pony descent. Indeed, quite a sight. The scene would be necrophilic in outlook if it weren’t for her prowess in sexmagic guruness: the only thing keeping her alive was her magic, which was continually keeping her holes intact, and super fucking tight. If it weren’t for that, then she’d likely be ripped in two by the turtle’s ENORMOUS hunk of a dick.

Further as evidence of their lack of abstinence, the grass around them was stained a very distinctive shade of red, as Twiligit had already unleashed her torrent of pussblood onto the undeserving environment around her, along with a substantial spray of magic-enhanced pony piss.

Only a foreshadowing of fucking ridiculousness to come was their little superfucking of demonicusness and spontaneity of somehow managing to create a gigantic amount of fake words to fit just about any imaginable situation, especially one involing hardcore sexmachinics.

“Oh hey there, little forest critters, you wanna join in? Well come the fuck on, then. This shit needs to get even more ridiculous!!”

Per her request, an innumerable amount of squirrels, rabbits, birds, and wild cats/dogs, bears, and even dragons joined in, thus creating their own thunderous yet symphonious orgies of biblical proportions. The ensuing groundbreaking hornfest would change the setting permanently.

“What a turnout!! At this rate, I won’t even have to go back to see Spike and the fuckgang: they’ll cum to me!!” She giggled to herself, while still being mercilessly fucked in ways that words simply cannot do the proper injustice to.

The terrain started to become craterous and unusually shaky . . . Some others began to take notice . . .

~~~

“The fuck?” said a startled bastardchild of satanic doomness.

He emerged out from underneath his mare’s underside with a profuse amount of unholy dribble, for which he fucking loved to all hell; she was cherry red; a.k.a.: ready for goddamn hellish insanely ungodly death of the mind fucking hell to all bitch motherfuckers goddamn this is a long sentence. His preparation for the parade of shitsanity had been long-lived, since there were plot elements in the works that would indeed make this particular outing one of extraordinary note. Still, He was nervous about what was about to take place: but his dick told him all that he needed to know. He had been training for many years for this one momentous day; the day that the dick would rule; the day that he would analy fuck his favorite horse on live television, and push the boundaries of what was considered absolutely heinous beyond all measure.

That mercenary of all things evil, Leroy was suiting up for his bi-centennial parade around the fucktown that was Whatthefucktown’s town. No one could or ever would be capable of  un-remembering this insane fucklord of cumshit. He simply saddled up Sally the Fuckster and rode all the way around town, usually wherever the fuck he went. This time, however, he was going to Shitstall Hall to give his long-since awaited recital, that motherfucked him.

The people fucking hated him, but then again, they hated everyone. What made Leroy stand out was his boldness, and his massive bulge, but the load made a nice addition as well.

Why would anyone expect him to be abnormal, I mean, aren’t these common qualities of everyone? Seriously, don’t even fucking try to say you haven’t wanted to scatfuck a horse amidst a gigantic parading of fucking hell. It’s only natural, after all.

“I think I’m going to like this. Getting nice and bonerdip shitsaddled, what more could I possibly ask for, my mate? Maybe a goddamn turn with that fucking dog the mayor owns. She has the nicest poodle ass I have ever laid my cock drips on.”

That shithead, Leroy, was the spearhead of the town’s shitmonger parade of bitchdick hell. There were hundreds upon hundreds of floats, all of various types of atrocities that were considered taboo in ancient times, or around the 2000’s. Many decapitate dick tip shaped balloons and floats depicting the sexy gorey reanimation of baby jesus were racing to the hall of shitness.

Their primary goal was to bring about a new age in batshit craziness to the world, since all that government bullshit was really just a pile of fuck all along: HAIL TO ANARCHY!!!

Thus, teetsucking children of bestial sin like Leroy take to the skies, embracing all that is goddman invigorating, outrageous, and most importantly, shockingly, and unforgivably horrible in the world.

That sonofabitch. What an assrider he was, that hellish bastard of doom. The fucker of all things unholy. The anus of Cthulhu. The dicker of ass cleavage. The godfucker of all religions.

“Don’t look at me you fucking faggots. I’m a zoologist... Just look at my professional dick hammock if you don’t believe me!”

The townspeople looked at him like he was some kind of deranged, bedridden bastard who had never seen the light of day ever since he had been assraped by his own dick. Though, his zoologist certification did prove that his degree was indeed legit. His stories of assrape were already fucked beyond all belief . . . Except, the truth was, it was even worse than they thought: He had assfucked all things brutally while simultaneously being assfucked himself. That’s what made him the ass champion that he really was inside his dick/psyche/whateverthefuck. He was their hero.

“We are ready for your entrance Mr. “Hard-cock” Hughes.” Said the fat, incompetent mayor of Whatthefucktown.

For real, it was all they had to look forward to in this piss stain of a town. Since they were all nuts, only the people who were exceptionally insane got any attention. Leroy fit it to a T. No one had any doubt about that, especially after the Smithsonian made clay replicas of Leroy’s nuts just so they could have a system of measurement for hypergiant stars.

“Don’t waste that sweet fuckin juice on the ground, my dear. It’s much too meaningful to me to see it just drip on out of you: save it for my gob. You know how much I love to toast my bread in your snatch just so I can coat it in your wondrous cunt drippings,” said Leroy as he licked the ground full force.

"Neigh, lkjrgk;ajshng;ajkfg”

Sally’s response had been concise and straight to the point, that made Leroy even more sexually aroused then he already was. His dick was now beginning to poke out of his designer banana costume, which was worn traditionally by the ringleader of the “Fuckmehard Day Parade.”

“By the way people, don’t you know that all new kinds of shit got legalized last Saturday? Pretty soon, you’ll be in my shoes, too!! Let the shits begin!!” Exclaimed the insane assmunch.

“We are ready to start the fans, Leroy. This hereby marks the first day that animal fucking and scatshit insanity is deemed explicitly legal in the state in which all motherfuckers live, but won’t be revealed for reasons of national security.” What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Does a 4th wall even exist? Nevertheless, their enthusiasm was indeed fueled by motherfucking sexual steaminess, as it was the case that everyone in the town was rocking out with their assets front and center. No one gave a fuck; Leroy was just that insane. Who else could have influence so great that this kind of shit would be condoned?

The parade scene was about to get covered in a very distinct shade of brown.

“I didn’t think this shit was ever going to get started. I’m all fucking crusty from standing in this bucket of shit for the last half hour.” He just couldn’t wait. He had dreamed of this monstrously heinous day for many cricket dicked days now. Although it usually ended in him splitting his brother 3 month old rabbit in half with his member, but he still had hope that the day would rise to that level of pleasureful animal fucking.

The fans switched on and the shit started flying. Flying like nothing you have ever seen before. It covered not only the floats but most of the surrounding area, including the town hall, which was already just a giant fucking turd that someone carved “Capital” into. The crowd roared with their release of sexual tension that had been steadily building for the last 6 months. Before Leroy was elected to the position of “Goddman Ponis Tickler” the town didn’t have a way to fulfill their inhuman desires to fuck everything in their life, which was made even less possible by the first triple mixed KFC bucket president, who outlawed all sex that was not with items from fast food shitholes. Though that had all change with “Hard-cock.” He was able to overturn the Supreme Pizza’s verdict in the case of Purple Dick Wiggler vs. Math. Once again allowing free form street art to be drawn on any and all surfaces. Never had this town seen so many chalk  penises or such triumph. The motherfucking aftermath would mark the first day that shit did indeed hit the fan.

The cum sheets now covered Leroy’s confused but fucking insanely cum thirsty mare, Sally. She began bucking wildly at the thought of how she was possible going to fit all of this city cum into her mouth, a job all lead horse fuckees were expected to do.

Leroy fell from his wicked pony of death and slid for a good seven hundred feet on the now pink cum before stopping against the pile of dead bodies that all the explicit cunt thrusting had produced. This mixture of blood and splooge erected one of history's great achievements... Leroy’s wang.

Soon, the entire town joined in to the fuckbucking that is the life of Leroy and the other residents of Whatthefucktown.

The ground began to shake, resulting in the production of a few craters here and there, due to the massivity of their super-saiyan fucking.

“QWEFASDGETJFTUO1234236236089” Became the composite noise of the event, with an underlying tone of squee and shitscattering. Who would have thought that the combined noises of blood bird screams and pussy slaps would produce numbers, but on this day nothing short of a reversal of the law of gravity would be necessary to surprise these fucking motherfucks.

A grand total of $123,000,000,000,000 in collateral damage was what the town had to show as the result of their fuckfest, which was a proud achievement for such a small city of only 134,000 deer carcasses. But then, something largely unexpected happened.

“Schvwoom!!!”

“What the FUCK IS THAT!!??” Exclaimed the entirety of the attendees.

“Looks like a rip in space to me. Can anyone verify?”

The titanic atrocity of all that epitomized taboo must have been so great that the resulting event culminated in a rip in space. Could it have anything to do with that land of candy-colored motherfucking delicious poneez!? Fuck me anus hole, noyes!! Okay, then.

“Verify my ass while you’re at it. Yeah fucking right; just someone go through it.” A cheeky townsman remarked. He seemed particularly well-endowed, but all paled in comparison to Leroy’s dangling super sword. Even the stallions whinnied, as even they were pathetic in comparison.

“You little fuckers, don’t be scared. It’s just a fucking hole, after all. Can I rape it?!?!”

“FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!” replied everyone.

“I’ll lead you pathetic dicklickers dickfirst into the perilous beyond. Just watch me!!”

He turned on his rocket slippers, which were fastened onto both his arms and his legs, so that his dick jutted out in front.

“Charge!!!” Screamed the ass of that bastard, Leroy.

And, just like that, he went straight into the pink-colored rip that looked oddly like a bloody, and horsey vadge.

“Well, where the fuck did he go?” Asked the mayor.

“Who the fuck knows. Shouldn’t we go in too?” Asked a particularly horny schoolgirl of incestual catfucking descent.

No one gave a shit, and just presumed that wherever that goddman mother of all fuck went, that he would fuck his way back out eventually. Such was all of Leroy’s endeavours...

“Single-file people, you’re acting like we’re a bunch of fucking retarded societal blasphemers, or something. We all wanna see who won the cum distance contest, so, just hurry the fuck up.” The mayor beckoned hornily to the idiotic people in his presence.

~~~

“What in the hell is all of this shit?” Implored a pissed off drake of horniness. He was just so fucking ready to blow a load into his fuckteacher, Twiligit, just as he was used to doing every fucking morning.

He had to put up with so much shit, what with being Twiligit’s fuckstudent and whatnot. But, this really was something out of the ordinary. A tremor of fucktastic implications was coming from somewhere, and from not very far away, either. Something was just screaming to that little fucker’s brain that he needed to contribute some draconic semen into the situation, if only he could find the locale of the partay, as it were.

Books and all kinds of unimportant bullfuck were falling to the floor, with furniture being torn and fucking destroyed in all sorts of ways. Nothing was left untouched; sofas rendered useless, cooking appliances disassembled to a point beyond repair, and other shit fucked up sideways and inside out. The scene was a fucking crash of all kinds of sheit.

“Goddamn, Twiligit, what the fuck is it this time? I know its you again, since you’re prone to doing this kind of shit, but wow . . . This is just hardcore parkour.” The dragon said in shock of the myriad of absolutely ridiculous cacophonous sounds rocking the world around them. It sounded like a bunch of fuck, at least, that’s the basic gist of it.

“Come on, gimme a sign at least.” He was used to insane things like this, but never quite this insane.

The bewildered/aggravated little shitfuck Spike stumbled around the shaking house like the clumsy little tard that he was, whilst looking for any signs that Twiligit might have left.

“The hell Twiligit? You wanna leave everyone out or something? God this place is a wreak... I fucking hate when it’s Twiligit time of the month... Fucking pussy blood all over my shit... her shit... everyone’s shit... Well, who fucking cares, our shit needed to be shitted up, anyway. Twiligit time is that one special time of shitfuckstack fucking reality-ripping time where nothing expected happens, and certainly nothing of questionable legality, either. I guess this is only the beginning” Said a fucker of all faggotry.

“OH FUCK!!” said the very pissed on and off dragon who had fallen victim to Twiligit’s favorite trap, the pussy blood pitfall. The entire space around her bed, and his (wonder why >.>) was absolutely flooded with you know what. He had no less than managed to cover his entire body in her menstrual shedding, which resulted in fuck.

“AASDFWENIYJKGFKGRRURURG!” Spike thrashed around in the deep pit of day old bloody vag spit, fighting for his life. Spike had never needed swimming lessons as his dick always touched the bottom of any pool. There was such an inexplicable amount of puss fluid that only Twiligit could have done it, thereby lending an insane amount of credibility to her sexual deviancy. She had really outdone herself this time, that was for certain. This was something for the history books . . .

“AAAAHHHH... GOD FUCKING DAMN IT TWILIGIT! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER!” Spike managed to claw his way out of the bloody pit, that lucky little nostril shit. In all the mess he managed to knock a soaked piece of paper out of a clump of papers that had been accumulated in the vast flood.

“What the fuck is this piece of pony crap?”

"To.....m I want to fuck:

You may.....not.....lack......cock..... I am......one  who wishes to fill..... ass.......I have one...............that is the one who.…...............must have a cock.........small......................load of no..........................thing........no............pleasure, I am to blame......apologize.............if such a case...........arise. I leave......you..........this, my friends... Please fuck me now..."

…............lust,

…........Loose Snatch............”

“Goddamn, I always hate her shitty poetry . . . It’s bad enough that it’s fucking smudged, but when all I can read makes my dragon cock spaz out like all hell, that’s not a good day for anyone. I need to find out what the fuck’s going on outside before my dick breaks another window.”

The dragon pulled himself up out of the mess, and hurriedly hobbled/flew towards the door to see what kind of shit lay on the other side of it.

“Just as I fucking thought. Ponyfucking all over the place, as usaul.”

The drake saw thousands of ponies outside just fucking like no tomorrow, even foals. It was quite a sight to see.

“Uh . . Is that Rarity, Pinkie, Applefuck, Flutterbutter, and Rainbow Shit piled up in a sphere of fuck, because that’s definitely what it looks like.”

Spike looked to see their tremor-assisted fuck of all hell, not complete without the thousands of other ynops fucking as well.

“Oh, hey Spike, won’t you join us?” The mass of 5 out of the Mane 6 replied in a sex-drunken stupor of unison.

“Get the fuck up!! ALL OF YOU!!!!!”

All eyes were on his wang. His bellow of fuck had ceased their movement, even though the ground was still going fucking insane.

“Don’t you fuckers know where this shit is coming from?” The dragon asked the fucks.

“Where!?” They all asked in a sexually excited way.

“It’s fucking Twiligit time, and she’s way the fuck ahead of us. All this batshit insanity is coming from the forest, so let’s get the fuck over there and make shit really go crazy!!”

The crowd moved about in a wriggle of jiggliness in order to jumpstart some sort of movement from this cum-caked clump of motherfucking peeps and shite.

“Let’s move ponies, you know you want it!!!” Rallied Spike. His goal was to intice, and intice he did. All of the fuckers could harbor no waiting. Their movement was vastly accelerated by the movement of the ground, which launched the mass of cum jellied ponies into the air, making their trip a very short one.

“Wow, that didn’t take long at all.” Spoke a shocked little fuckSpike.

The forest was positively a mess beyond anything that the medium of even creative writing is capable of truly drawing a worthy representation of.

“The fuck took you shit’s so long?” Sassily replied a bitchy Twiligit.

Despite the bullshit talking, the action persisted, except for the pricks who had just recently shown up to the dance of otherworldly cunt mingling.

“You don’t normally just leave like that, you twatfuck. But, I’d say you made up for it magnanimously. You’ve done some good fuckprepping. Shall we join in?” Asked the dragon with a tone of coy in his stead.

“Of curse: why the fuck would you ask? Just fuck till all hell becomes true!!!!!” The ynop exclaimed.

Thus, the vividly unimaginable came to be. Fuckness beyond dreaming was reality.

Horny souls numbering in the hundreds of thousands were now pounding each other's brains to pieces with sexual incredulity at the forefront.

“Yo, why don’t weh go join in with Twiligit” Questioned the stupidtardfuck Applefuck.

“Yeah, that turtle seems like he’s packing something quite nice and juicy.” Rarityfuck piped in.

“I call the shell!!” Exclaimed Ranbow Shit.

“No, I call the shell!!” Exclaimed Pinkie.

And, thus: pretty soon all 5 of them joined Twiligit in fucking that dickful Turtle of Ultra Wang.

But, once they all started rubbing their hairy little twats on it’s shell: the elements of Herogasm within all six of them fired up into a sexy blaze.

The Turtle came and along with the magic of the Elements they opened a pink, vadge-shaped rip in space, to which they were all unsure of what to think. It had been so shocking, that they all stopped what they were doing in order to see what in the unholy name of twat fur was on the other side of it.

“So, this is the true power of the Elements of Herogasm?”

A gasping crowd looked to see who had said that . . . It was Celestia.

“You mean that you never knew? Why the fuck did you give them to us, then?”

Twiligit had grown pissed at her for reasons that made no sense.

“You really think that I could handle it? Fuck no: that’s precisely why I gave them to the six of you. Although I never actually expected something like this to happen.”

“You bitch.” Said FlutterButter.

Not a fucking soul was expecting the next thing, though.

“Charge!!!”

An unexpected visitor flew out of the space cunt dickfirst, hitting Celestia in the face.

“Seems like my kind of group. Any of you wanna fuck?” Questioned the fuck that was…...... Hard-Cock Hughes.